Peepers comes out of his hole, signifying an early spring at Union Square!

Hooray! It's going to be a Peepers year!

Photo by Normal Bob

Why is it that those darling teens I see all over the
bookstores in those "Japanese FRUiTS" books aren't an occurring fashion
statement here in the US? The closest anyone gets here is with their
four year olds.

Photo by Normal Bob

And what's springtime at Union Square without the
Dictator Of Union Square himself spilling out all of his homeless reign
propaganda to the
masses?

And wouldn't you know it, even the homeless dictator
of Union Square called for the extermination of the Jews. They can
never catch a break, not even with this guy.

Photo by Normal Bob

This is Freddy about 2 and a half years ago (Jan, 04).

He's showing his track marks to the camera. Freddy was
the only
junkie I've seen who actually had energy when he was shot up. He'd
dance and rap for ya, and he'd also be quite up front about his usage.

About 4 years ago I was waiting in a long line to use
the bathroom at Starbucks. And everyone in the line was getting really
mad because someone had been in the restroom for a long fucking time.
Then, after like 20 minutes, out comes Freddy, soaking wet from head to
toe, sayin', "The toilet's
busted."

Ever since then I've followed the ups and downs of
Freddy, until he disappeared just before the winter of 2004. My friends
and I thought sure he'd OD'd.

Photo by Normal Bob

But wouldn't
you know it, Freddy turned up yesterday and Union Square, looking about
10 years older, but coherent and sane none the less. I was impressed.
He told me he'd
been clean for 8 months, had just gotten out of rehab a couple weeks
ago. It's not a good sign to see him comin' back to Union, but at least
he's still alive on my flawless spring afternoon!

Photo by Normal Bob

And what does springtime in Union Square mean for a
Graver? Birkenstocks!

No kiddin'! The Hip Hop Vampire youth has a new
accessory to add to their wardrobe, and it's straight out of Jesus'
closet.

"Sigh" Nothing says Springtime at Union more than
Gravers in sandals. Sweet spring.

Photo by Normal Bob

And
just when you think that you've absorbed the full dose of Union
Square's
lustrous spring bounty, along comes the shorty to out-short all
shorties! And
believe me, you can't get the full effect of this one unless you click
for the
"bigger" image.

There ya go. Now tell me it ain't spring. Bruthas,
this is entirely and uniquely a moment in spring.

Photo by Normal Bob

Another treat that spring brings out is the punkers
and
their parents. There is almost no greater thrill for me than when, by
lucky chance, I spot that begrudging punk teen pretending to have
nothing to do with the adult sitting next to them, combined with the
genuine need for their pocketbook.

Photo by Normal Bob

With spring comes white! Oh
pure, sexy, all purpose white! And no white says springtime white more
than
white garters and white stockings pulled over and all black
outfit Olive Oil style on a 70 degree day!

Everyone has their own way of expressing Springtime,
and this is one of the ways. Luckily there are many others.

Photo by Normal Bob

Finally, what better way to conclude the perfect
spring day
than with a sighting of junkie lovebirds nodding and swaying
together in a balancing ballet?

Their garbage at their feet, the gentle breeze
pushes them like limp feathers, to and fro. The Junkie sway is
welcoming
everyone back to spring in New York. Thanks you two. Now please get off
the stage.

(C) 2008 All pictures featured here are my property because they were taken by me & my friends with my camera, so they're all mine!